'Lemming In A Tabard.'

'Lemming In A Tabard.'

A Poem by Jason S Breed

 

I am the templar

Gripping onto Outremer

Like a nervous lemming

With second thoughts.

Scared to let go,

Scared to breathe and embrace the new.

With a gulp

I release each finger

One by one.

As my wings take flight

And the breeze pushes me

Towards the edge of the dawn.

The New Age is upon us.

© 2009 Jason S Breed


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Jason S Breed
Jason S Breed

Leighton Buzzard, Bedfordshire, United Kingdom



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